4 3 2 1
DMX Lyrics


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Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth

Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)

Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Poisonous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my Punch Buggy sonnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who? (Runnin' who?)
Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your meat lump, respect Wu (uh-huh, yo)

Ayo I put it on a nigga, shitted on a nigga
Turn a Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex ho
Shit I kept low, petro' your metre
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy
When I approach rappers be takin' notes (uh-huh)
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you, "Fuck you", my attitude is anemic

I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it (yeah)
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough and then I'll call your bluff
Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?"
I could go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run to, when I confront ya
Nigga, I'll call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild?
Who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile?
I take 'em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
Anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm already doin' a hundred
When I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it (yeah)

Stay out the dar 'cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however it's gon' go it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at? Do your value your life, as much as your possessions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock 'cause it's, better to give
Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You's a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
So I can hit you up on Front Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Come on Mr. Smith, come get some (some, some, some) (yeah)

When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (ha, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You holdin' rusty swords I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension (uh-huh)
Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue (uh)
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard)
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike (uh-huh)
Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight (uh)
Snappin', you amateur MC's
Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin' overseas?
For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees (uh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naΓ―ve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad, nigga, you wanna socialize (yeah)
And I'm daring every MC in the game
To play yourself out position and mention my name (LL)
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name (uh-huh)
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train




Watch your mouth, don't ever step out of line
Ll Cool J nigga, greatest of all time

Overall Meaning

The song "4 3 2 1" by DMX features a collaboration of a few notable MCs - Method Man, Redman, and Canibus. The lyrics are broken up into different sections for each artist, but they all come together to create a hard-hitting, braggadocious track that showcases each artist's style and flow.


The song begins with a catchy chorus that incorporates a Bankhead bounce (a dance move popular in Atlanta) and a warning to watch your mouth. Each MC then takes turns delivering their bars over a beat that sounds like heaven according to Method Man. Canibus boasts about his lyrical abilities and threatens anyone who doubts him, while Redman spits about his love for causing trouble and wreaking havoc. Method Man raps about his position in the game and his love for driving to funky music.


Line by Line Meaning

Huh
Expressing confusion or surprise


Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
A burst of laughter and agreement


Make it butter (ay caramba)
Make it smooth and enjoyable, expressing surprise


Bankhead bounce, no doubt
A dance move from Bankhead with confidence


Ayo watch yo' mouth
Be mindful of your words and actions


Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Counting in a rhythmic manner


Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Creating an impressive and enjoyable musical track


Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Counting down in reverse order


Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
More money and the artist Method Man urges listeners to experience it


Playin' my position, hot Nixon
Performing one's role effectively and confidently, referring to Richard Nixon


This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Dedicated to those who are ill or struggling with inner conflicts


Poisonous darts sickening, best believe
Metaphorical words or lyrics that are harmful and powerful, emphasizing their impact


Finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin
A strong urge or desire, despite facing obstacles or challenges


On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Targeting cliches in the rap industry and bouncing back with impactful lyrics


Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Creating chaos and challenging the status quo with knowledge of the dark side


Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Claiming to be loved and respected, feeling like a god


Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
Appearances can be deceiving, ready to physically confront and harm others


From my Punch Buggy sonnin' you
Dominating or defeating someone, metaphorically comparing it to winning in a car game


Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who? (Runnin' who?)
Causing fear and humiliation, challenging the opponent to run away


Fuckin' punk, get a speed bump comin through
Insulting and belittling someone, suggesting they will face obstacles or challenges


A single shot make your meat lump, respect Wu (uh-huh, yo)
A single bullet can cause serious harm, demanding respect for Wu-Tang Clan


Ayo I put it on a nigga, shitted on a nigga
Taking control and dominance over someone, disrespecting them


Turn a Christian to a certified sinner
Influencing or corrupting someone's beliefs or morals


The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
Releasing a powerful and explosive performance, built up over time


While you got set up I was hittin' your ex ho
While the opponent was being deceived or tricked, the artist had an intimate encounter with their former partner


Shit I kept low, petro' your metre
Kept it secret, sabotaging the opponent's ability to flow or produce good music


Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin'
Using political maneuvers to control and manipulate women who are only interested in material gain


Shit I'm drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Arriving with a distinct and lively energy, similar to a bright car headlight


Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Causing fear and chaos in the city, representing a group of marijuana enthusiasts


Kick ass 'til both Timberlands turn shitty
Fighting and defeating opponents with such intensity that their Timberland boots become dirty or damaged


Gritty, smack the driver's head in the gypsy
Violently assaulting someone, particularly targeting a taxi driver


When I approach rappers be takin' notes (uh-huh)
Rappers observing and learning from the artist's skills and techniques


I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Performing with exceptional skill and precision, metaphorically taking credit for inventing rain protection


Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
Expressing a strong affection for alcohol, metaphorically destroying the foundation or essence of something


I keep comin 'til your pour sperm from your boots
Continuing to dominate and defeat the opponent until they are completely humiliated and defeated


Vigilante hardcore to the penis
A tough and aggressive demeanor, emphasizing masculinity


Tell you, 'Fuck you', my attitude is anemic
Displaying a lack of interest or enthusiasm, dismissing others with a disrespectful attitude


I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
Claiming to be the greatest and most skilled artist, challenging others to witness and acknowledge it


I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it (yeah)
Taking away someone's status or position of power, leaving them humiliated


Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Canibus is known for his fierce competition and dedication to rap battles


Beatin' niggas to death and beatin' dead niggas to life
Metaphorically demonstrating absolute dominance and superiority over opponents


When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
Claiming to possess a psychic ability to understand others' intentions and emotions through observation


If the signal was strong enough and then I'll call your bluff
If the evidence or indication is powerful, the artist will expose someone's deception or lies


Like, 'Yo, how many rhymes you got?'
Challenging the opponent's lyrical skills and questioning their capacity for creativity


I could go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
Claiming to possess an infinite amount of rhymes, surpassing the number of cars on a Mazda dealership lot


And there's nowhere to run to, when I confront ya
No escape from facing the consequences and challenges brought upon by the artist


Nigga, I'll call your bluff like you had a phone number
The artist will expose someone's dishonesty or deception, just like dialing a phone number


Who wanna see Canibus get wild?
Challenging others to witness Canibus's intense and aggressive performances


Who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile?
Warning those who try to act boastful or superior that they will be swiftly and decisively defeated


I take 'em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
Accepting and defeating opponents of any nature or form, disrespecting them in the process


Anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Targeting anyone who is not worthy of respect or considered inferior


Zero to sixty? I'm already doin' a hundred
Outpacing others in terms of success and achievements, already advancing at a rapid pace


When I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it (yeah)
Even in a relaxed or intoxicated state, the artist is still capable and willing to confront and defeat challengers


Stay out the dark 'cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Advising others to avoid confrontation as the artist is more dangerous and aggressive during the night


Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
Demanding obedience and respect, threatening violent action if not obeyed


When in doubt, however it's gon' go it's gon' be that
Regardless of uncertainty, the outcome will always be as the artist intends it to be


See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
Acknowledging that the artist's actions and abilities will ultimately bring about someone's downfall


Where we at? Do your value your life, as much as your possessions?
Questioning one's priorities and whether they place more importance on material possessions than their own life


Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
Advising against foolishness and urging the listener to gain knowledge from their mistakes


I'm gon' get you either way and it's better to live
Promising to bring harm to the opponent, but suggesting it is wiser to survive


Let me get what's between your sock 'cause it's, better to give
Taking someone's money or possessions, emphasizing the concept of giving it up willingly


Than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Acknowledging that it is better to be in control and take action than to be passive


Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
Threatening to harm the opponent to the point where their body will decompose unnoticed


And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
Assuming that when someone is defeated or destroyed, there will be no chance for revival or recovery


This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
Comparing the situation to a movie where characters can cheat death, suggesting the opponent is not capable of that


You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
Acknowledging that the opponent intentionally brought about their own destruction


You's a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
Referring to the opponent as soft or vulnerable, ripe for a robbery


So I can hit you up on Front Street, think it's dumb sweet?
Attacking the opponent openly and directly, questioning their perception of the situation


You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Challenging the opponent to engage in conflict, leaving them left behind in defeat


Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Counting in a rhythmic manner once again


Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Creating another impressive and enjoyable musical track


Come on Mr. Smith, come get some (some, some, some) (yeah)
Inviting Mr. Smith (LL Cool J) to step up and experience the intensity and skill


When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
When aspiring artists dream of imitating or replicating the style of established artists


Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (ha, word up)
Informing a young and arrogant individual that they cannot acquire fame or recognition


The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
The tattoo on the artist's arm represents superiority and cannot be challenged


You holdin' rusty swords I swing the Excalibur
While the opponent's weapons are ineffective and outdated, the artist wields the mythical and powerful Excalibur sword


How dare you step up in my dimension (uh-huh)
Questioning and challenging the opponent's audacity to enter the artist's realm


Your little ass should be somewhere cryin' on detention
Belittling the opponent, suggesting they should be in a state of punishment and vulnerability


Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue (uh)
Warning the opponent to be careful with their words, suggesting they should remain silent


I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Performing without expecting any financial gain, purely for enjoyment and entertainment


Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
Annihilating the opponent, leaving their remains in a disgusting and humiliating state


With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard)
Proving with a single argument or statement that LL Cool J's skills and abilities are outstanding


Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
Expressing the desire of young boys to become successful rappers


And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
Attempting to compete with established artists and fulfill the expectations and excitement surrounding their talent


But that's like pickin' up a ball, playin' with Mike (uh-huh)
Comparing trying to match the skills of a legend like Michael Jordan to playing basketball with him, emphasizing the vast difference in ability


Swingin' at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight (uh)
Attempting to compete with baseball players Ken Griffey Jr. and Roy Jones Jr., again highlighting the huge gap in talent


Snappin', you amateur MC's
Verbally attacking and exposing amateur rappers


Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin' overseas?
Comparing oneself to the legendary Dream Team of basketball, showcasing the artist's exceptional abilities and dominance


For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Referring to other rappers associated with the artist as being negatively influenced or affected by their skill and dominance


Ringmaster, bringin' a tiger cub to his knees (uh)
The artist as the leader and controller of a chaotic and powerful situation, overpowering even the strongest opponents


In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Highlighting the artist's unmatched success and significance in the rap genre


Your naΓ―ve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
The opponent's unwarranted and unfounded self-assurance is shattered by the artist's absolute control and superiority


Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
Returning the focus to the tattooed mic on the artist's arm, symbolizing their power and skills


If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
If the artist were to lose the mic or give it away, it would become a metaphorical weapon capable of causing destruction


You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
Emphasizing that it is not enough to simply imitate or admire the artist, rather they should aspire to be like them


And you don't wanna make me mad, nigga, you wanna socialize (yeah)
Warning against provoking the artist's anger, suggesting instead to engage in friendly and social interactions


And I'm daring every MC in the game
Challenging every rapper in the industry


To play yourself out position and mention my name (LL)
Urging others to expose their weakness and bring up the artist's name, knowing that it will lead to their downfall


I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name (uh-huh)
Claiming the ability to create a rhyme for every individual sound in the opponent's name


Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Achieving immense success every time the opponent's disgraceful actions or behavior became known to the public


Watch your mouth, don't ever step out of line
Warning others to be cautious with their words and actions, not to deviate from what is acceptable or appropriate


Ll Cool J nigga, greatest of all time
Boasting and affirming the artist's status as the greatest rapper of all time




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Earl Simmons, Reggie Noble, Clifford Smith, Erick Sermon, Germaine Williams, James Todd Smith

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@hypergraphik

I always felt like DMX came in the studio from doing all of the shit he rapped about and then went back to it after he finished his verse. One of the grimiest bars ever. R.I.P.

@redbone.

Yesss suhhh!!! You gotta make the stank face on his verse lol well hell all of them lol

@santricemcpherson7809

Yes the realism in his delivery crazy

@toyecollins4859

πŸ˜†

@charlesnash5894

@@santricemcpherson7809 L8pp8ppp888845885t

@deedravern9847

Defo he was hood

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@brucekern7083

Back in those days when every MC had their own sound and unique flow... originality was actually valued back then...

@dassolosyndikat5113

πŸ’― those times are long gone

@djromaxtions8328

@@dassolosyndikat5113 and the new times long lame ......!!!!

@merlhawkins9108

Right you used to be able to tell were a rapper was from by how he rapped!! Now everybody sound the same

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